Pretending I’m not here
(Joe Pereira
I sit beneath the light of day
and voices pass along,
but they never stay
They always walk away
Ideas like dust move through the air
and tell me to pretend that I’m not there
Pretend that I’m not there
And so I drift through days,
I’m mostly unseen
My Memories turn into songs
songs played in between
the days, mostly unseen
I’m trying to stay,
out of this place
So others barely see my face
Not gone and not loud, I’m always near
Pretending gently I’m not here
Oh no, I’m not here
I walk beneath a sky of grey
and faces blur like dreams,
and then fade away
Oh they never seem to stay
The wind hums songs of yesterday
They’re songs I used to know
but lost on the way
now they’re fading to grey
